That's the truth! I always seem to find ways of putting myself right where there is possibility of exactly that, but somehow usually manage to stay safe and unharmed. Someone greater than me is looking out for me, of that I am certain.
Hey, My heart goes out to you. I can relate. I'm Bipolar also. They diagnosed me as manic-depressive years ago, but it still took years for a diagnosis. I'm doing much better these days, but still have my highs and lows. The combination of Lexapro and Abilify has been the greatest help. I've tried a lot of different medication combos, and I have to say that just adding Abilify has helped me greatly!
My furbabies are everything to me. They're always near. I have two terrier-mix little girls. I wouldn't even want to think of what life would be like without them. They may be dogs, but they're good for hugs, cuddling, and talking to. They've been with me through thick and thin. You're so right, they are definitely perceptive. They know when you need extra attention, and they know when to keep an eye out for you. They are definitely a blessing from God.
If you ever need to talk or just rant, feel free to write me. I hope you're feeling better.
LeJenD, you're not by yourself. I've battled depression in cycles throughout my life so far. I think in some ways, it's hereditary. As an adult, I have become convinced, that my Mom had undiagnosed Bipolar Disorder. When she was feeling "good," she'd take my brother and me to "the big town" to play all day. When she was feeling "bad," I had my hands full counseling her for hours. Who knew that wasn't a teenager's job?
Poetry has become such a balm for my soul. The depression is still there, but it seems to bring some level of relief when I put my feelings down in a poem. Amazingly enough, some of my best poetry has been written when I was depressed. The Lord has graciously given me the gift of poetry.
BTW, dogs are quite perceptive animals. Mine is lying on the floor near me as I write. I think she's a gift from God, too.
As my husband and I have both been working much more than usual, our German Shephard has had a lot of time to himself lately. I've been noticing strange differences around the house but had been writing them off as "maybe my husband moved this or that" kind of thing. Well, yesterday I came home after work to find the entire box of dog biscuits sitting upright in the middle of the kitchen floor. I assumed my husband had pulled it out of the pantry to give the dog a treat while on his lunch break and had forgotten to put it back up before he left to go back to work. I didn't think much more about it until he arrived home after work and asked me if I had left the dog biscuits in the kitchen floor. I responded that I thought he had left them in the floor. We then both looked at our not-so-little rascal. A little while later, I had gone into the kitchen to check on dinner and I noticed the pantry door open again and the box of dog biscuits had been moved from where I had placed them to the floor of the pantry just inside the pantry door. There were biscuit crumbs littering the floor around the box and fewer biscuits within the box. I put it back in its place and then later caught the turd with his head stuck in the box grabbing yet another treat! At least I know I'm not losing my mind! I wonder what other mischief he gets into while we aren't home...
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